Well what can I say, besides the fact that I'm really, really, ridiculously good-looking...It's something I work on every day, in between orgies, and Evian baths, you know. I guess it comes naturally to me to be really ridiculously good looking. You know, the original Greek word, model, means misshapen ball of clay, and I try to think about that every time I get in front of the camera. I can't help that I was born with this perfect bone structure, or that my hair looks better done up with gel than hidden under a stupid hat with a light on it. I remember the first time I realized what I wanted to do when I was older...It was during my first time in the 2nd grade, I caught my reflection in a spoon while eating my cereal, and I remember thinking, 'Wow, you are ridiculously good-looking. Maybe you can do that for a career.
